During dinner, Madelyn poked at the risotto on her plate. She kept her gaze on her plate as she shared the whole story with Hayson. "... And that's how it happened," she finished.

Before hearing the story, Hayson hadn't realized that the heir of the Arnold family had been living right next door all this time. He hadn't paid much attention to the identity of their neighbor.

"While you're eating, remember what the table manners teacher taught you. Don't lower your head down too much. It doesn't look good. We shouldn't give a bad impression of our family at the Arnold residence."

"Understood, Father," Madelyn replied. She immediately straightened her back, and Hayson's tone was gentler than before, not as stern anymore.

"Father, there's no need to be so strict with Madelyn at home," Zach's voice chimed in.

Walking behind him was Jadie. She cast a glance at Madelyn and thought to herself, 'It's been a while since I saw her. She looks even more beautiful now. Her cheeks, which used to